(Yes, I am writing Cryde Smut. No, I do not regret this choice. Yes, I'm going to have a time skip. No, I don't give a shit.)

"Are all of you good to walk?" Token asks.

"Don't worry, these coming to mine," Kyle says, holding onto Stan and Kenny.

Leo grabs Stan.

"Okay. Anyone else need any help?" Token asks.

"Hell no!" Bebe says.

Wendy sighs.

"Nichole and I got it," Wendy says.

"I'm s-stay-staying," Jimmy says.

Tweek nods.

"Fine to go," he says.

"Weren't you staying here?" Token asks.

"I can *gah* stay," Tweek says.

"Little tipsy, nothing bad," I say.

"I've got him, just in case," Clyde says.

"Okay. Goodnight, see you in school," Token says.

~Time skip and yes, they are at the age of consent, I promise.~

Clyde and I stop at my house.

"You're staying at mine," I say.

Clyde laughs slightly. I put my keys in the lock, twist and open the door, going in first. Clyde comes behind me and takes his shoes off, looking around.

"Tricia is with mom and dad, along with Karen I think, they took Karen because Tricia said she wanted company," I say.

"You're home alone?" Clyde asks.

"You're here, so, sadly, no," I say.

"You invited me!" Clyde says.

"Okay true that," I say.

I take my shoes off as well before going into my room. Clyde comes behind me.

"Do I sleep on the floor or-?" He asks.

"I have a fucking bed," I say.

I throw my bag against the wall before going to look if Stipe has ran out of food.

"There you go," I say, putting some water for her. As well as some food for whatever reason. I don't actually need a reason to feed my pet, that's the idea of a pet, to look after one.

"You can put the bag wherever. I swear to fucking God, when do you learn that I don't give a shit about where you put your stuff," I say.

He puts his bag down at the front of the bed.

"Did you mark homework?" Clyde asks.

"Obviously," I say.

"I didn't. Or I did but my notebook is at school, so," Clyde says.

"Are you gonna literally do homework? Right now?" I ask.

"No," Clyde says.

"Suuure," I say.

There is a moment of silence... before,

"Can I kiss you?"

I look at him in the eye.

"I mean, sure?" I ask.

He comes close to me and kisses me. The fact his body taller and weights more leads me to take a hold of the table behind me for support. His body is quite literally, exactly against mine. Due to the couple of inches he is taller (3 if we are specific.), he is sort of pushing the back of my neck to face slightly up.

"Fuck," I say, trying to catch my breath, still holding onto the table.

He is staring at me. I, after catching my breath, kiss him. Obviously, although I weight less, Clyde has nothing to hold onto. Meaning he flies straight onto the bed at a very weird angle.

"You could've just said-," he says, with a wink.

I roll my eyes and kiss him again. He gets up, turns us around and pushes me on the bed, climbing on as well.

"So are we gonna fuck or-?" I ask.

"I don't feel like hurting. Nor do I feel like hurting you," he says.

"So we'll just-," I say, trying to get up.

"I could give you a bj though," he says.

Before I get a chance to even answer, he is going at my neck.

"Oh shit, yeah, consent," Clyde says.

"Now you remember?" I ask.

"I'm sorry, at least I asked," Clyde says.

"I would say no, if I didn't approve of something," I say.

"Not everyone would. It's important to ask for consent," Clyde says.

I roll my eyes.

"Okay then, yes, do whatever you want, I don't give a fuck," I say.

"Okay. You can change your mind whenever you want," Clyde says.

"How many times have you done this to immediately know what to do? I'm just honestly interested," I say.

"Like... how many times? Seven? Eight? With two people before you, that I can say. One boy and one girl," Clyde says.

He gets back to my neck. I can't really help letting the moan out, it just happens. He smiles at this and continues. Next thing I know my shirt is of and he is continuing on with that. When he gets to my pants, he speaks again.

"Oh shit, pants. Good. Very fucking good," he says.

"Why?" I ask, puzzled.

"You know how hard jeans are to get off yourself when you're not hard? Imagine taking someone else's jeans off when they are," Clyde says.

"Oh shit," I say.

"Yeah, and that's why I hate jeans," Clyde says.

"Like you have experience?" I ask.

"Like I said, one dude," Clyde says.

He takes my pants and boxers off before taking a deep breath.

"I'll just try to be as good at this as I can. Okay?" He asks.

He takes it, at least most of it, into his mouth. Taking the rest into a hand. He starts sucking, looking at me, as if to see what my facial expressions are... oh shit, that would be terrible to see... oh GOD NO!

"You-fuck-looking at me?" I ask.

He nods his head slightly before continuing.

"Shit," I say.

He take his mouth off, taking his hand and moving it. I cover my face with my hands and when I do come, I take a deep breath before removing my hands.

"I'm gonna do you then," I say.

"Were you embarrassed?" Clyde asks.

"Look, unlike you, I have some kind of shame. Lets call it shame," I say.

I kiss him.

"Are you gonna blow me or-?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say.

I get at his neck, like he did to mine. Starting.